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Herein the agony lies,
The dark strange torment past man's power to bear,—
That thou art wrapped in dim funereal air
Unpierced of mortal eyes;
That never—never again—this much is sure—
Can I behold thy face
Until I pass the gateway of the place
Sunless, unknown, obscure.
E'en yesterday—it seems—to find thy room
I had but to cross one street:
To-day … before we meet
I too must pass the gateway of the tomb.
The dark strange torment past man's power to bear,—
That thou art wrapped in dim funereal air
Unpierced of mortal eyes;
That never—never again—this much is sure—
Can I behold thy face
Until I pass the gateway of the place
Sunless, unknown, obscure.
E'en yesterday—it seems—to find thy room
I had but to cross one street:
To-day … before we meet
I too must pass the gateway of the tomb.
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